Diesel In The Dust
My daddy told me boy, you only shoot to kill
Im livin just for that thrill
Nobody hurts me cos the paybacks twice as bad
In this town you dont make a man mad
* ted mckinleys dying
At the wheel of his truck
The engine running till it seized up
And nobody heard a thing
Not a shout or gun shot ring
Just a smell of diesel in the dust
(diesel in the dust)
Mckinley wouldnt back down from any man alive
But you need to if youre to survive
The folks in town wanna settle their score
By using their own kinda law
* repeat
[instrumental]
No one had seen a thing when the sheriffs car pulled in
Just the silence you get from kin to kin
The preacher bowed his head, glad that he was dead
And the better the least that was said
* repeat
In this town there was a man out on his own
With no account of how he stood alone
Nobody hear a thing, not a shout or gun shot ring
Just the smell of diesel in the dust
Diesel in the dust
song performed by by Ufo
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Borderline
Daylights rising across the plains
This rig is streaking like a hellbound train
I smuggle whiskey, I smuggle gin
Where theres a need well I just truck on in
Im a gambling man, son of a gun
Ill take the risks now baby Ill make the run
Wanna get home now, back in the saddle
Aint gonna drive this kinda grade a cattle
Daylights rising across the plains
This rig is streaking like a hellbound train
Albuquerque now, new mexico
This .? ? ? .. one night show, yeah
* (and Im) one step closer to the devil
One step further from the law
Lord I guess Im just on borrowed time
But Im one step closer to the
One step closer to the borderline
18 hours on this one long shift
Wanna hear the sweet sound of my tailgate lift
Lord Im dying out on this road
Wanna see my baby, help me unload
* repeat
[instrumental]
Rolling stock now, shifting steel
Got a woman with a touch to heal
Diesel, dust and my wheels are humming
So close to home, can you feel me coming
* repeat
To the borderline...
To the borderline
[instrumental]
* repeat
To the borderline...
To the borderline...
Wheels are rollin down on home
song performed by by Ufo
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Diesel For The Masses
i rose to the top
with my last gasp
i sank to the bottom
the smell was rotten
diesel for the masses
education drifted by
inflation hit the sky
as we floated ever high
diesel for the masses
poem by Jason Turner
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I strongly support the Bush Administration's clean diesel rules, which will reduce air pollution from diesel engines by more than 90 percent, and reduce the sulfur content of diesel fuel by more than 95 percent.
quote by Steve Buyer
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Whatsername
Unforgettable face, I cant think of her name
Its on the edge of my tongue, gathering dust in the back of my brain
Something bout the way she ignores me thats vaguely familiar
Makes you wonder what it was you ever did to thrill her
Here we go again
Here we go again
Here I go again
I never felt the need to soothe her savage breast
She never felt obliged to tell me of her change of address
Caught me on a downward swing but I fell through her arms
How could I be so careless, I never meant to go so far
Here we go again
Here we go again
Here I go again
Oh shes back in town
Oh shes back in town
Im not leaving
Im running away
She took it all away, now shes back for the rest
Took it all so easy, wouldnt settle for less
She doesnt know what she wants but she knows how to get it
I cant remember the time, she never let me forget it
Here we go again
Here we go again
Here I go again
Oh whatsernames back in town
Shes back in town
Im not leaving
Im running away
Oh shes back in town
Oh shes back in town
Im not leaving
Im running away
song performed by by Deep Purple
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Bury Me In A Scrap Yard
I’ve been a truck driver all my life,
and when it’s my time to go,
bury me in a scrap yard,
where all the old trucks go.
I am used to the diesel smoke
and burning rubber,
just bury me with the old wrecks
and no one will notice me there.
I’ve spent a lifetime on the road
with squealing brakes, burning rubber
and diesel smoke choking my throat.
I’ve driven my old truck
a thousand miles or more
and then back home again.
Therefore, when it’s my time to go,
bury me in a scrap yard,
where all the old trucks go
and if you want to give me a marker
put a detour sign over my head.
I’ve seen loads of them
wherever I had to go,
so when I go to the Lord,
bury my earthy remains
underneath a scrap yard
where all the old trucks go
as I will be at home there
with diesel smoke and burning rubber.
poem by David Harris
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Nobody Gets Off In This Town
Nobody gets off in this town
Trains dont even slow down
My high school sweethearts married and gone
They met on a bus to san antone
The greyhound stops! somebody gets on
But nobody gets off in this town
Nobody gets off in this town
Old folks round here wear a frown
Now let me see if I can set the scene
Its a one-dog town and hes old and mean
Theres one stop light but its always green
Nobody gets off in this town
Nobody gets off in this town
High school colors are brown
They cant drag main because it kicks up dust
Their cars and their dreams are all starting to rust
The high school dances are always a bust
Nobody gets off in this town
Nobody gets off in this town
They oughta just tear it down
Cause in the winter you freeze and in the summer you fry
Utility bills the only thing that gets high
Id go for a drink but this county is dry
Nobody gets off
Nobody gets off
Nobody gets off in this square old merry-go-round
No, nobody gets off in this town
song performed by by Garth Brooks
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Poor Folks Town
The work is hard and the hours are long
The money aint much but we get along
Were rich in things can give
That cant be bought with a dollar bill
So, come on down
Have a look around
Rich folks livin in a poor folks town
We got no money but were rich in love
Thats one thing that weve got a-plenty of
So come on down have a look around
At rich folks livin in a poor folks town
We got no carpets on the floor
Weve got wall to wall love
Who could ask for more
We got no big fine things to show
Just a place to watch our children grow
We got no big fine fancy car to drive
And no fancy clothes to keep in style
What weve got were payin on
But its mostly love that were livin on
So, come on down
Have a look around
Rich folks livin in a poor folks town
We got no money but were rich in love
Thats one thing that weve got a-plenty of
So come on down have a look around
At rich folks livin in a poor folks town
Weve got a little simple church nearby
And the promise of a mansion in the sky
A heart of gold a million dollar smile
And a one way ticket to paradise
So, come on down
Have a look around
Rich folks livin in a poor folks town
We got no money but were rich in love
Thats one thing that weve got a-plenty of
So come on down have a look around
At rich folks livin in a poor folks town
So, come on down
Have a look around
Rich folks livin in a poor folks town
We got no money but were rich in love
Thats one thing that weve got a-plenty of
So come on down have a look around
At rich folks livin in a poor folks town
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Ballad For A Friend
by Bob Dylan
Sad I'm sittin' on the railroad track,
Watchin' that old smokestack.
Train is a-leavin' bit it won't be back.
Years ago we hung around,
Watchin' trains roll through the town.
Now that train is a-graveyard bound.
Where we go up in that North Country,
Lakes and streams and mines so free,
I had no better friend than he.
Something happened to him that day,
I thought I heard a stranger say,
I hung my head and stole away.
A diesel truck was rollin' slow,
Pullin' down a heavy load.
It left him on a Utah road.
They carried him back to his home town,
His mother cried, his sister moaned,
Listin' to them church bells tone.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Country Road
Saw you turnin down main street in your big, black fancy car
You were dressed up fit to kill, with a pretty girl on your arm
You spun around and you headed up town
Where the neon lights all shine
Left me choking in a cloud of dust
You never pay me no mind
Chorus:
Youre livin in the fast lane
I guess Im just too slow
I never wore silk or fancy furs
Just plain ole calico
Ill never be a fast lane lover
And theyre the only kind you take up town
I am just a country road
That you keep turnin down
If you ever hit a dead end street
If its love that youre looking for
You can always turn around
And beat a path right to my door
Do I have to draw you a map
You seem to know your way around
So when youre tired of spinnin your wheels
Baby, we can go to town
Repeat chorus
Ill never be a fast lane lover
And theyre the only kind you take up town
I am just a country road
That you keep turnin down
I am just a country road
That you keep turnin down
Repeat chorus
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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When I came to town and saw the price of diesel went above regular gas, that burnt me up.
quote by Ron Ziegler
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Dead On Arrival
Dead on arrival
Well thats how they pronounced him
But Im out for survival
Im alive in this town
It took the vital injection
From that sweaty little girl child
She had the blood of conviction
Im alive and hurtin
And they said where did you go
And what did you do
Well whats gonna happen when he gets shot with love
Dead on arrival
They thought that nothing would save me
But I know what could break me
Dead on arrival
You were my death reflected
I love to tiptoe
That brought me into this town
I got a vital injection
And a gun at my head man
From a thrill hit redhead
That brought me into this town
Well where did you go
[+and] what did you do
Walked on out and he gets shot with love
With love, with love yeh
Yeh...
Dead on arrival
Well that aint a prediction
Fact of fiction
Im alive in your town
Dont try to shake me
Dont try to break me
I know what can save me
They take the blood in her town
And they said
Where did you go
And what did you do
Well, whats gonna happen when he gets shot with love
With love, with love
song performed by by Billy Idol
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Dust
(I'm not trying to make this thing rhyme
But, at the same time,
A little interlude like this
Is not amiss).
We interviewed a Mayor and asked gently, 'Dost
Think, my lord, that thy great city is a pleasant place wherein to dwell? For, if
not, why not?' And he answered, 'Dust!'
Just,
'Dust!'
He seemed perturbed. Something was on his mind. He could not talk. He could not
say one word excepting
Just
'Dust!'
We fear that the interview was a bit of a frost. We wanted to ask him all sort of
things about markets, and the letting of the Town Hall, and jay-walking
regulations; but all he would answer was just
'DUST!!!'
And when outside into the street we went
We knew just
What he meant.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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In France They Say Only Pianists Are Shot
I saw there in the field
Far away from town
The people were killed
I saw the horses in the dust
I saw there in the filed
Far away from town
They whipped the plants
I heard the shots in an empty distance
I saw there in the field
Far away from town
Saw people trembling
Shivering with fear
I heard them whispering
‘In France, they say, only pianists are shot.’
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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I Shot The Sheriff
By bob marley
I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy.
I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy.
All around in my home town
Theyre trying to track me down.
They say they want to bring me in guilty
For the killing of a deputy,
For the life of a deputy.
But I say:
I shot the sheriff, but I swear it was in self-defense.
I shot the sheriff, and they say it is a capital offense.
Sheriff john brown always hated me;
For what I dont know.
Every time that I plant a seed
He said, kill it before it grows.
He said, kill it before it grows.
I say:
I shot the sheriff, but I swear it was in self-defense.
I shot the sheriff, but I swear it was in self-defense.
Freedom came my way one day
And I started out of town.
All of a sudden I see sheriff john brown
Aiming to shoot me down.
So I shot, I shot him down.
I say:
I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy.
I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy.
Reflexes got the better of me
And what is to be must be.
Every day the bucket goes to the well,
But one day the bottom will drop out,
Yes, one day the bottom will drop out.
But I say:
I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy, oh no.
I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy, oh no.
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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Handful Of Dust
Your pressed your face against my heart
I felt that you could look right through me
We live in days that have no time
We live in times that now refuse me
And somewhere out beyond his town
There lies a world that now can turn us round
And we need it and we need it
Oh got to have some thing to believe in
Ive got enough to believe in you
What can I give just to know that its true ?
But Ive gotta begin to say
Now theyve taken my pride in this way.
How can you give me your love ?
I just cant give you enough
How can you give me your trust
With a handful of dust ?
I feel to thin before your eyes
I feel so naked under open skies
I once stood tall within this town
But now the time has come to bring us down.
We must have more with his power in hand
We must believe things will go as we planned
But Ive gotta begin to say
Now theyve taken my pride in this way.
How can you give me your love ?
I just cant give you enough
How can you give me your trust
With a handful of dust,
With a handful of dust ?
Making love through electric skies
Now I know where my fortune lies
Breathe the air and feel this land
cause its slipping through me
Like dust from my hand.
How can you give me your love ?
I just cant give you enough
How can you give me your trust
With a handful of dust ?
How can you give me your love ?
I just cant give you enough
How can you give me your trust
With a handful of dust ?
How can you give me your love ?
How can you give me your love ?
Now give me your love!
How can you give me your trust
With a handful of dust ?
How can you give me your love ?
Give me
How can you give me your trust
With a handful of dust ?
song performed by by Spandau Ballet
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The thing that stood out above and beyond all the experiences was this relationship with the nine-month-old baby. On weekends, I'd be thinking about going back to set on Monday just to see the baby.
quote by Vin Diesel
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Job Description
(alan jackson)
Well I know sometimes you find it hard
To understand just what we do out here
Well that bus rolls up at home
And I just disappear
And I sure dont like to leave you
Couldnt stand for you to think that I dont care
So I wrote this job description
Just to tell you what I do when Im not there
I sleep eighty miles an hour
To the whining of a diesel down the interstate
Dreamin bout my little girls
The easy chair that sits beside the fireplace
Then we shut her down in another town
Shower up and do just what we came to do
Sing for the people
Count the money and the miles back home to you
Well each night I take the stage
With a six-piece band and a guitar in my hand
Singin songs about my life
All the good times and the bad
Then we say goodbye and we load it up
And head somewhere Ive already been
Then I lay down in that double bed alone
And I thank the lord again
I sleep eighty miles an hour
To the whining of a diesel down the interstate
Dreamin bout my little girls
The easy chair that sits beside the fireplace
Then we shut her down in another town
Shower up and do just what we came to do
Sing for the people
Count the money and the miles back home to you
Well I just sing for the people
Count the money and the miles back home to you
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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A Handful Of Dust
Your pressed your face against my heart
I felt that you could look right through me
we live in days that have no time
we live in times that now refuse me
and somewhere out beyond his town
there lies a world that now can turn us round
and we need it and we need it
oh got to have some thing to believe in
I've got enough to believe in you
what can I give just to know that it's true ?
But I've gotta begin to say
now they've taken my pride in this way.
How can you give me your love ?
I just can't give you enough
how can you give me your trust
with a handful of dust ?
I feel to thin before your eyes
I feel so naked under open skies
I once stood tall within this town
but now the time has come to bring us down.
We must have more with his power in hand
we must believe things will go as we planned
but I've gotta begin to say
now they've taken my pride in this way.
How can you give me your love ?
I just can't give you enough
how can you give me your trust
with a handful of dust,
with a handful of dust ?
Making love through electric skies
now I know where my fortune lies
breathe the air and feel this land
'cause it's slipping through me
like dust from my hand.
How can you give me your love ?
I just can't give you enough
how can you give me your trust
with a handful of dust ?
How can you give me your love ?
I just can't give you enough
how can you give me your trust
with a handful of dust ?
How can you give me your love ?
How can you give me your love ?
Now give me your love!
how can you give me your trust
with a handful of dust ?
How can you give me your love ?
song performed by by Spandau Ballet
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Goin Back To Alabama
(with kenny rogers)
Goin back to alabama...
Now that Ive learned a thing or two
Life for me had been so easy
But Ive got some livin yet to do
cause a man who walks by the side of the road
Can turn himself around
He can pick himself up
And dust himself off
And start all over again
My friend...
Some days I didnt wanna wake up in the mornin
My family and friends were all down on me
I tried to tell em where I was goin
But they never saw the man I saw in me
Some folks call me a dreamer
Other folks laughed and called me a fool
All I ever wanted to be was a winner
cause I know a winner can never lose
cause a man who walks by the side of the road
Can turn himself around
He can pick himself up
And dust himself off
And start all over again
cause a man who walks by the side of the road
Can turn himself around
He can pick himself up
And dust himself off
And start all over again
My friend...
Yes a man who walks by the side of the road
Can turn himself around
He can pick himself up
(pick himself up)
And dust himself off
(dust himself off)
(and)
Start all over again
Im a man
Im a man
(Im a man)
You know a man who walks by the side of the road
Can turn himself around
He can pick himself up
And dust himself off
And start all over again
You know a man who walks by the side of the road
Can turn himself around
He can pick himself up
And dust himself off
And start all over again...
song performed by by Michael Jackson
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the Battle for Cain
the old diesel engine
rambled along
pistons squeaking
dust on metal grease
feeling each ditch
shocking the kidneys
but we do not mind
because we are going home
forward daft stares
slug silence
not speaking
humor or horror
they drove us out
of burning Caen
duck and dive spirits
left between the ruins
that afternoon a century
passed and it rained
creating bloody muddy mortar
of Tommies, Jerries
and that desert turf we
fought on
poem by Martin Lochner
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